old hallow's tavern.
Mar 26, 2012 2:22:59 GMT -8
Post by Estilo on Mar 26, 2012 2:22:59 GMT -8
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"Kami. . ."
Old Hallow's Tavern no longer existed. What had taken its place was a ruin, dilapidated and abandoned. Situated within a flat plateau, and bordered by rocky outcrops on its east and west end, the heap of rubble and fractured walls was the only piece of architectural interest for miles to come. There was no sign of recent human activity. No decomposing bodies, or skeletons. Just wreckage and dust. Finding out what had occurred here would take more than just a visual analyzation, however. For all Atlas knew, it had been raided, or bombed, or destroyed in the crossfire of some unfortunate battle. All he knew for certain was that it had happened long before. A little more than year ago, perhaps.
He- that is to say his kage bunshin- approached the remnants of that old establishment with slow, deliberate steps. The frown on his half-masked countenance expressing the sympathy in his heart. No longer wearing the traditional regalia garbed at the Akegarasu summit, Atlas had once again taken up his usual black long coat. Silver-buckled boots, a bronze necklace ending with a small pendant, and his wild mane of hair were his other most prominent stylistic features. And- while he'd normally fret about dirtying his clothes- the man cared not for the dust that billowed up from the ground with each step and landed on the ends of his coat tail.
Upon reaching the center of what used to be the tavern- a spot where the floorboards were clear of rubble and surprisingly still intact- the half-masked male stopped and knelt down on one knee. Taking off the black gloves on each hand, then folding them neatly into his pocket, he ran his bare fingers gently across the floorboard. His digits swiped across the soft dust, smut gathering at the tips of his prints. He remembered what Old Hallow's Tavern once was. The people who had worked there, the regulars, the drinking parties. The dirt road that ran past the establishment, from the interstate to a small village far in the distance, had all brought them together there. But now... now it- and they- were gone.
Destruction. It seemed to plague this land over and over again. But there was no point in worrying about what had already been done. Anemone was meant to meet him here soon, and he didn't want her to find him wallowing in the pity he was currently basked in. So he stood up, swiping the dust off his fingers before fitting his black gloves back on. Standing alone in the center of the wreckage, he reasoned that she would be here any minute now. It was evening, and Akegarasu had a tendency of arriving late."So much for having a drink here. . ."
